A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.

And it's true. It's so true. All those years of loving Zik because he never asked about Eve... I never realized, I never understood. It was his job as my best friend not to ask. But it was my job as his best friend to tell him without being asked.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.